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Long hour blues

As I’ve said many, many times, on this blog, I was really depressed around the time I was in highschool. I wouldn’t say I was depressed after that, not the dark black blanket over my whole life that real depression is, but I got pretty blue from time to time.

Well, right now, I’m working 60 some hours a week. I can’t tell if I am having a hard time getting up and going on with my day because I am really tired physically, or if I am having a hard time getting up and going on with my day because I am blue.

I really miss having time to spend with my family, time to go to the gym, time to ride my bike to work, time to eat with my family, and time alone, but I don’t know if my feelings about being at work all the time are getting me down, or if the simple, physical lack of rest is causing it.